Hello and welcome to my blog “Victorem Viventem” and today’s installment of “Your Gonna Need a Gym Membership Tuesday” where I will share with you dear reader one of my family’s favorite dishes. I have noticed lately that some friend on Facebook have been sharing Vegan recipes so I thought that I would follow suit for those said friends, so today is not so much of a “moment on the lips” kinda recipe but a HEALTHY VEGAN (or not) recipe, that depends on YOU! This doesn’t happen often but I understand that there are many dietary restrictions and allergies out there and want you to know that healthy is always the first option when I am nourishing my family and friends. I honestly can’t remember how I came across this recipe but I saw it once and immediately knew that I had to create my own version of “Not So Fried Rice.” I have served this several ways, with meat and without and it’s “Forks in, Plates empty” kinda good each and every time.
The trick is in the ingenious preparation of the main ingredient and star of this dish, which is Cauliflower but no one would ever know it at first glance or taste because of its consistency. I love this delicious vegetable any which way; drizzled with olive oil/salt and pepper and slow roasted until golden brown? Yes please. Steamed to a perfect nutty crispness…Oh yea baby…especially smothered in aged cheddar sauce. DAMN! I mean DRIZZLED in aged cheddar sauce! I got myself started and I’m trying to keep this healthy…er so I shall back up and stick with the program. In this recipe you are either going to need some master chopping skills or a hand chopper (I always want to say HI YA! After saying that word), I use a hand chopper (HI YA!) now thanks to Marg and Don who frequently benefit from its uses but prior to that I just chopped it up manually really reaaaaaaaallly small so that it looks almost like a couscous.
PLEASE NOTE that I use a whole head of cauliflower for this recipe and a extra large skillet and it makes enough to feed myself and 2 hungry men as a dinner entrée as well as I am able to put a meal away in the freezer for my husband to enjoy at work during the upcoming week. With all of that build up, I present you with…
Not So Fried Rice:
You will need but are not limited to:
2 tbsp coconut oil
1 onion diced small
Generous pinch salt/pepper
In a large skillet over medium-high heat, melt the coconut oil and add the diced onion and salt and pepper, stirring frequently and cooking until just translucent in color. (I have also added diced fresh jalapeno or red chili flakes at this stage for a spicier version, omit pepper recommended below if doing this).
1 head of cauliflower (chopped into lil bits)
1 carrot thinly sliced (I use a mandolin slicer for even slicing)
1 stalk of celery thinly sliced (also mandolined)
2 tbsp water (or chicken/beef stock depending on you)
1 tsp ground pepper (I love the combination of pepper with the peppery/nutty flavor of cauliflower)
Salt to taste
After this it is up to you, either leave it as is which is pretty darn tasty or let your creative brain and hungry tummy run wild with the possibilities. To the onions in the skillet, add the cauliflower and other vegetables as well as the water or stock (or leftover cooked and chopped protein) and pepper to the skillet and cover with a tight fitting lid. Keep covered and allow your vegetables to steam for 1 minute removing the lid and giving it a quick stir. Leaving the lid off, allow your vegetables to cook for another 2-4 minutes stirring them occasionally, and Guess what? Your done! Can you believe that? Easy right? Serve this piping hot, seasoning it with salt to taste either as a side dish at a larger gathering or as your main entrée to feast upon.
Last night’s feast included fresh asperagus spears chopped up into small bits for even cooking and some chopped up left over chicken (because my husband LOVES meat)from the night before and it was delicious. What are your favorite vegetables that you would toss into this mix? Let me know so that I can try it your way, until then from my kitchen to yours, bon appétit and happy VEGAN? Tuesday!
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Hello and Thank you for reading my blog “Victorem Viventem” and today’s installment of “Your Gonna Need A Gym Membership Tuesday” where I will share with you the reader one of my family’s favorite recipes that I’m hoping will become one of your family’s too… Today I would like to send a special shout out to Ashley at an undisclosed location of a Liquor Depot in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada…This is for you and your excellent customer service the other day.
I have to admit that I am a bit of a food snob when it comes to my own household and I do not like to purchase store bought pasta or pasta sauce. After a life of trauma and struggling to survive I am now fortunate enough to have the time, love of fresh food and years of experimentation on my hands so that I am able to share with you a few of my pasta sauce recipes that are fanfreakintastic. They can be combined but are also very tasty on their own… I’m talkin’ bout Vodka Pasta Sauce today folks, which is NOT just for pasta by any stretch of the imagination as the possibilities are endless.
A couple of days ago I was craving fresh lasagne and plain ol’ tomato sauce doesn’t cut it for me so I knew exactly what I had to do to tame the hungry beasts appetite. I have a couple of recipes that I like for lasagne but I wanted one that would bite me back so I knew that a batch of vodka sauce was in order for this particular entrée. I had no vodka in the house and you can’t have one without the other, so I plugged in my earphones and went for a walk to the local liquor mart to purchase a Mickey of vodka (375 mLs for those of you that are Non-Canadian) and the pretty young lady behind the counter asked me if I “wanted any ice or pop (soda) to go with my hootch?” (She didn’t actually say “hootch” but it sounds better, don’t it?) I replied with “No thank you, I’m not drinking it; I’m eating it in Pasta Sauce”. This reply must have piqued her culinary interest because she inquired further about said sauce…and me being me, began explaining it to her, just as she became busy and had to end our conversation. I handed her one of my business cards instead and invited her to check out my blog on Tuesday ( which is today)and any other day and told her that I would post the recipe for her, hence the shout out and the recipe.
Be warned though that the tomato based portion is not for the faint of heat (see what I did there? Punny!)…It’s SPICY and although the cream at the end cools the back bite down a little bit, it will have your lips pleasantly tingling at the end of your meal. The good thing is that you can add as much or as little chili flake as you like to adjust it to your preferred heat level. And as for pesto, don’t get me started on that stuff…I could eat that ish on everything…well almost everything. I love mixing it with different creamy pasta sauces or just by itself or with grilled chicken or shrimp…divine darling…divine, I’m drooling over here. Ok, Ready, Here we Go! (In my best cheer voice.)
Have a blessed day and remember, Food is your friend and eating it in moderation is not bad for you…if you deprive your body it will crave it and you will over eat …chew on that, nom nom nom ...Bon appetite
1 cup vodka
1 tsp red chili flakes
Combine these in a measuring cup and set aside for at least 1 hour to infuse the vodka and pepper flavor. (Add an extra oz or 2 if you like a REALLY spicy Caesar *wink* no Tabasco sauce necessary)
2 tbsp basil pesto (recipe to follow)
1 - 796 ml can of tomatoes either whole or diced with juice (I buy them whole and squish them with my hands because I’m weird like that.)
1 - 156 ml can tomato paste
½ cup water
1 cup liquid whipping cream 33% M.F.
In a medium sauce pan add the peppered vodka and the rest of the ingredients EXCEPT the whipping cream. Simmer this tomato combination for 15 minutes stirring occasionally. Add the liquid whipping cream and stir and simmer for an additional 2 minutes.
Add this to any pasta, rice, cous cous or quinoa and add either a ground meat or poultry and some vegetables to make it heartier…and on to pesto which you will need to make previous so that you can add it to your tomato base.
2 cups of fresh basil leaves
2 clove garlic
¼ cup pine nuts
¼ cup grated parmesan cheese
½ cup olive oil
A generous pinch of Salt and Pepper
Pulse this together in a small food processor and transfer into either a plastic bowl or a freezer bag to be used right away or stored in the freezer for up to 3 months.
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Hello and thank you for reading my daily blog “Victorem Viventem” and today’s installment of “Monday Poetry Edition.” I have decided that for today I’m going to exnay on the poetry and express myself through song lyrics instead (Same thing, right?) One aspect of my life that I have not discussed thus far but is very prevalent every day all day and has accompanied me on my journey to “Victorious Living” is my affection for music. I LOVE all genres of music from Andrea Bocelli to Zac Brown Band and quite an eclectic collection of in betweens which has me listening and singing to music a better part of the day…or humming along to the songs in my head. (I am not however one of those people that can sleep with the radio on because I will lay there and sing in my head all night and I would never get any beauty rest.) My son’s fame me for “knowing every word to every song ever written” and I would have to say that it’s a pretty accurate evaluation as I can usually determine the title and artist within the first 3 to 10 beats of a song. Do I make up my own words because that's what I think the artists say? Hells yes, that’s my favorite part isn't it YOURS?! When my boys were growing up music was always integral to them as well as we would rock out regularly with mini air band shows in our living room to “Bohemian Rhapsody” by “Queen” or “Single Ladies” by “Beyonce” later on in their lives. In my opinion, music is powerful and impactful and essential to our true happiness and I cannot imagine a world without it…unthinkable and unbearable.
If you read my “Sunday Confessional” yesterday you will know that I am wishing for a miracle (or two) to happen in 2 days time and I wanted to share these special song lyrics to convey my belief that we are not alone and that our loved ones that have passed live on in our hearts and souls forevermore. As I bring this blog to a close, I send Blessings and the Healing power of Love to you and your loved ones who are missing an Angel...They are Among us.
Angels Among Us – Performed by Alabama ( click on the title to view the video)
I was walkin' home from school
On a cold winter day,
Took a short cut through the woods
And I lost my way.
It was gettin' late, and I was scared and alone.
Then a kind old man took my hand, and led me home.
Mama couldn't see him,
But he was standing there,
And I knew in my heart
He was the answer to my prayer.
Oh, I believe there are Angels Among Us,
Sent down to us from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me in our darkest hours
To show us how to live
To teach us how to give
To guide us with a light of love.
When life held troubled times
And had me down on my knees
There's always been someone
To come along and comfort me
A kind word from a stranger
To lend a helping hand
A phone call from a friend
Just to say I understand
Now ain't it kind of funny
At the dark end of the road
Someone light the way with just a single ray of hope.
They wear so many faces,
Show up in the strangest places
And grace us with their mercies in our time of need.
To guide us with a light of love
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Hello and welcome to my blog “Victorem Viventem” and today’s better late than never installment of “Sunday Confessional”. Please be advised the comments in my blogs are MY VIEWS ONLY, I do not intend to offend anyone’s religious beliefs or lack there of either with my views as that is all that they are…My views. Moving right along…
Today I am going to confess a couple of things that may raise some eyebrows but it is my blog and my rules so I appreciate your open mindedness if you are reading this. My first confession is that I am a firm believe in the supernatural and that absolutely and anything and EVERYTHING in life is possible including but not limited to; other life forms on other planets? Why not? Reincarnation? Absolutely! Psychic abilities? You bet your life! Ghosts? OOooOoOoo spooky! ONE Hundred and fifty percent. I can say that with confidence because I have personally witnessed whispery apparitions more than once in my life and was fully conscious and aware of my surroundings when these incidents happened therefore not a “coo coo for cocoa puffs” moment.
And this is where the blog gets deep, consider yourself pre warned and Read at your OWN discretion!
My second confession is that I am hoping for a miracle in the next couple of days …for a few people actually but for one in particular. Today is Sunday June 7, 2015 and 3 days away from a very bitter-sweet date for me as it denotes the beginning and end of lives of extraordinary individuals in my life.
The events of July 10, 1977 eventually presented me with an opportunity to love unconditionally for the first time in my life and allowed me a positive distraction from the chaos that was my life with the birth of Paul who graced my life at the age of 18 months old in 1979 as a foster brother. To read more about his courageous and heartwarming life make sure you go to the BOOKSTORE to purchase a soft cover, hardcover or EBook of my memoir “HerStory - Victim to Victorious.”
The events of June 10, 2004 however signify the passing of a precious angel Rori-Anne that was taken from my Unicorn Sister Leana’s family far too soon a few days shy of her 6 months milestone…succumbing to SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome) while she peacefully slept. As a woman, mother and decent human being I cannot fathom the agony and sense of loss that comes from the sudden and unexpected passing of a happy, healthy, beautiful child…only to be left with no answers and a seemingly unhealable( is that a word), irreparable, hole. The fact that this woman is such a loving and nurturing parent and woman, not only to her own 6 other children but also to other children far and wide is proof that a positive outcome has resulted from this truly devastating misfortune. I know that I as well as her family still grieves her loss and cherishes the short time that they had with her even though she would have been 11 this years old this year. I am so happy and excited to know that Leana and I will be spending this day together along side 2 other very special, dynamic, STRONG women as we share in an adventure pertaining to my first confession.
On June 10, 2015, These lovely ladies and I will be in attendance at the SOLD OUT show at Rexall Place in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada of “Theresa Caputo, The Long Island Medium.” Now I am an optimist for sure but I am also a realist and I am quite aware that at a sold out show with this miraculously gifted woman, that the chances of her calling on one of us is slim and none…which is where my second confession comes in and why I wish for that miracle. As much as I would love for one of the other ladies to hear from a loved one that has passed on and being missed, I think…No…I KNOW that a message from that sweet baby girl reassuring her momma bear that she is safe and sound with Grandma and Grandpa as they all watch over her precious family would help heal…the unhealable.
So I put this confession out as a plea to the powers that be and as wish for a miracle…If you are reading this PLEASE send positive energy towards this woman and her beautiful family on June 10, 2015 that a message is sent and received. Thank you and good night as it is almost past my bedtime…Sweet dreams world. May you be Blessed <3
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Hello and welcome to my blog “Victorem Viventem” and today’s very LATE installment of “Good Deed Saturday” but it was a BEAUTIFUL day in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada with a temperature of 27 degrees Celsius so I will make this short and sweet…again. What would you expect from a Canadian that only gets a few months of warmth a year? LOTS of outside time when the sun is shining so during the summer months there may be more quick blogs. My husband and I were able to enjoy the day together at a Show and Shine Car Show at North Pointe Church which was jam packed with Classic cars, and being that my husband has a 1971 Chevelle that has the name of “Thunder” cos she Rumbles deep and low. After spending a few hours taking countless pictures of classic cars in the sun, we took care of the part of our day that warrants it being called “Good Deed Saturday” and dropped off a donation of clothing and gently used household goods that we don’t use anymore off at Wings of Providence which is a battered Women’s shelter. I have been donating to this organization for as long as I can remember because it is the only Women's shelter in the city that will accept “used” items. This doesn’t make sense to me because when I was growing up, new to me, was new to me and it didn’t matter where it came from…it was appreciate when I had nothing. These women are BRAVE and STRONG to leave a situation that endangers them or their children and although I cannot help them financially, it warms my heart to know that we can help them with things that other organizations would attempt to sell for profit and that its not what a “donation” means to me. So that was our good deed today and several times a year, it’s a small gesture that hopefully will put a smile on the face of a child whose mother was conscientious enough to get her children out of a bad spot. To those mothers…I applaud you and wish you nothing but lives full of love and Victorious Living. Bless.
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Hello and welcome to my Blog “Victorem Viventem” and today’s installment of “Fotografy Phriday” where I will share with you the reader all of the interesting things that my Canon EOS Rebel XSi has blinked at this week. If you have read my memoir “HerStory - Victim to Victorious” then you will know that I have a very special relationship with nature and all that it encompasses…including the little creepy crawlies. So this is a WARNING to those of you who do NOT like bugs …THIS BLOG CONTAINS BUGS!! (which I will reserve to the very end).Squeamish look away…or BE BRAVE and take a closer look through my eyes to see the true beauty of things, especially small J
My name “Deborah” means “The Bee” and so I have literally tens of tens of pictures of Bees doing what they do best…which is fascinate me. There are SO many different kinds of bees in the world and today I will show you just a few but for now, it is far too nice of a day here in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada to stay indoors so I’m going to keep this short and sweet, like me :P hahaha Have a wonderful rest of your day and ENJOY! Bless <3
PS: It has been brought to my attention that some of the "fotos" appear to be cropped wrong, I assure you that my OCD's would never allow for such things haha so if you just click on the actual picture it will open up the whole "fotograf", once again, Enjoy!
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Hello and welcome to my blog “Victorem Viventem” and “BlurbdayThursday” where today I will share a “blurb” from my memoir “HerStory – Victim to Victorious” from Chapter 1, pages 17 & 18. The reason I have chosen this piece is because to me it is significant in relation to my current procrastination in regards to my career change development and time is ticking…tick tick tick. It demonstrates that even as a young girl I was culinarily (is that a word?) sauve enough to know how to whip up a tasty plate of squirrel…and my love for cooking began then I think and has blossomed into potentially my next big step in life…tick tick tick.Dont get me wrong, I am blessed and thankful for the beautiful loving life that I have and do not regret anything from my past as they were all lessons learned on an unguided path, I just wish that I had some sort of sign to unfog the discombobuled entanglement of my thought process…divine intervention? Highly unlikely.Kicking my own ass and doing what my heart not my head tells me to do…Inevitable. As I still have some time before my opportunities time comes to a close I KNOW that I will do what is best for me and my family and channel myself on a different level all together. With that being said, I hope that you have a non procrastinating day and that have the focus that I currently am hiding from haha and I also hope that you enjoy reading this small excerpt of my life. #HerStoryVictimToVictorious #VictoremViventem #VictoriousLiving #BlurbdayThursday #YumSquirrel
"On the night of December 24, 1976, when I was eight years old and my brother was 11, my father drove my mother into Edmonton because she was in need of what I have come to term “a mini vacation (from reality),” which meant a stint in the local psych ward. This vacation of hers ultimately left my brother and me in a rickety, half built shack in backwoods Alberta: alone the day before Christmas.
It was Christmas Eve, my parents were still not back and there was no food in the house to be found. My brother and I decided to take matters into our own hands, so he grabbed his .22 rifle, I equipped myself with my pellet gun, and we trekked out into the forest in the snow to find something to eat. We saw a few grouse and a rabbit, but they moved too quickly for our small bodies in the deep snow. I looked up into a tree and saw a squirrel poke out its head to see what was going on and pointed at it for my brother to see. As it turned out my brother was a pretty good shot because he shot the squirrel, which fell out of the tree to the ground in its death. We took it back to the house where we skinned it and cleaned it like we had seen done to so many animals before, although usually they were much bigger. We had a feast that night of freshly diced up squirrel meat cooked over the fire burning stove with some water and flour added to make gravy. I believe that was the only present that we received that year, a warm meal in our bellies to keep us snug through the night and one to this day that I am so very thankful for. Merry Christmas to all… and to all a good night!”
Hello and welcome to my blog “Victorem Viventem” and to today’s installment of “Your Gonna Need a Gym Membership Tuesday.” First and foremost I would like to apologize to Marg and Don for not getting this recipe to you sooner after letting you sample a teaser then leaving you hanging with nothing but an empty bowl. I would have posted it last week but I was having some computer complications and when I went to save everything that I had already written last Tuesday, my computer glitched and I lost it all…So today we start fresh and do it all again. Yeah!
So, anyone who knows me KNOWS that I have a sweet tooth…not just one but ALL of them in fact and I bake something to satisfy that savage beast of a sweet tooth at least every second day if not every day. How I don’t weigh 400 lbs is beyond me because as much as I love to bake, I love to eat even more. Lately I have been drawn in by my new favoritest food group on the planet…The Trifle. I particularly love the trifle because you can do ANYTHING with it and it ALWAYS tastes delicious. I have made Black Forest Trifle, Strawberry Shortcake Trifle, Wild Berry Trifle with Vanilla Custard …but my latest obsession…The Creamsicle Trifle (Insert blinding lights and celestial singing here…Cos your goin’ to heaven baby.)
4 small cans or 2 large cans mandarin oranges
1 pkg. orange gelatin powder
2 cups orange sherbet NOT sorbet
2 cups whipping cream (whipped with no sugar or vanilla)
1 white cake
White Cake Recipe:
1 cup sugar
1 tsp coconut oil or vegetable oil ( I prefer coconut)
1 tsp vanilla (recipe to follow)
½ cup milk
1 cup flour
1 tsp baking powder
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F and either prepare an 8”x 8” square or 8”x 11” rectangular cake pan with either oil and flour or parchment paper big enough that it will slightly hang over the top when the batter is inside. Beat the eggs and sugar together until creamy yellow and then stir in the oil, vanilla and milk, mixing well. Add the dry ingredients to the wet and stir until no lumps are in the batter. Add this to the prepared pan and bake for 30-35 minutes until golden brown, (a knife will come out clean when inserted in the center). Remove and set aside to cool, approximately 30 minutes. Once cool cut the cake into bite size pieces and set aside to await assembly.
Drain the liquid from the mandarin oranges and reserve 1 cup of this precious liquid. Bring that to a boil in a small pot on the stove or in the microwave. In a bowl add the orange gelatin to the liquid and stir to dissolve. Cool this until just warm and then add the orange sherbet and mix until melted, set aside.
Prepare your whipping cream (remember no vanilla or sugar is needed) and Gently fold in HALF of it to the gelatin and sherbet mixture. It is okay if there are darker ribbons and streaks throughout, just don't burst the bubbles, set aside.
Place half of the cake cubes in the bottom of your trifle dish, gently cramming them together so they will stay in a tight layer. Pour half the orange cream over the top of the cake, cover that with half of the remaining whipped cream and then top with half of the oranges. Add your second layer of cake cubes, gently pressing down again and repeat the process. Cover and refrigerate this and indulge in the true bliss that is…Creamsicle Trifle.
Now I have only made this once and that was enough to get me hooked but I know that the next time I make it there will be a few modifications that I want to try, such as…I think this would be even more decadent if it were frozen like a tiramisu and I will save a couple of teaspoons of the orange cream to dab on the top to make it more beautifully decorative and swirly on top.
That’s all for me today folks, I hope that you enjoy today’s recipe and remember…don’t blame me when your jeans don’t fit the way you want them too…I warned you that your gonna need a gym membership (wink) Besides…my motto is this…Bones are for dogs…Meat is for men, so eat.
Bon Appetite and Remember to love the reflection in your mirror <3
Ooops I almost forgot! Vanilla! I LOVE the flavor of real vanilla in my baking so I make my own and its easy peasy lemon squeezy...although a little time consuming to begin with. All you need is 4-6 vanilla beans that you can slice down the middle and either rum or vodka (I have used both and prefer rum). Remove about 1 oz of rum from a 375 ml bottle and place your beans in the bottle and seal with the lid. Place in a cool dark place for a minimum of 20 days giving it a good shake every once in a while to release those lovely vanilla seeds. (This can be kept for years and can also be topped up with more rum when you start getting low). Shaking is recommended before use. enjoy. Drink 1 oz of left over rum :)
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Hello and welcome to my blog “Victorem Viventem” and today’s installment of “Monday Poetry Edition” The poem that I chose to share with you today I feel was one that was necessary for me to read today because it holds a message that as a woman…I sometimes need to remind myself of. I haven’t really been blogging very much because quite frankly I have not really felt up to it the last couple of days or so…I have been finding myself in quite the funk putting me in a position where I am doubting my direction in life and feeling quite defeated by my own procrastination. This is quite a foreign dilemma for me because I am usually the one that is encouraging anyone and everyone to “Follow your dreams” and confirming that “ANYTHING and EVERYTHING is possible” yet lately I feel like I need to affirm those things with my own self. I have been contemplating a HUGE switch up in my career and at 47 years old it seems quite daunting and unrealistic but then I remind myself that I never thought I could do many things in life and I have done those things…like surviving a past jam packed with multiple mental traumas…writing a book about it and living a victorious life in the wake of those traumas. With that being said I shall move onward and upward and in the direction of my destiny because I am a Phenomenal Woman and capable of anything...and everything I set my mind to. I hope that this poem lifts YOU as much as it lifts me everytime that I read it. #HerStoryVictimToVictorious #VictoremViventem #VictoriousLiving #MondayPoetryEdition #PhenomenalWoman #MayaAngelo #ProudBlessedAndThankful
Phenomenal Woman – Maya Angelo
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman